From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 678 The folk custom in the northwest is openness
A group of people only stayed here for one night before continuing their journey. Before leaving, Feng Junran stared at the little man reluctantly standing in front of the carriage, staring at the empty and boundless wilderness. He suddenly felt that it was really important to come out Yes, Xiaoxiao seems to like to be close to nature.

After getting into the carriage, the group continued to go northwest. The fat shopkeeper waited for others to leave, then hurriedly wrote a letter and tied it to the pigeon's leg, and let it go, while he waited for the little lady tremblingly. The person who said it came.

He also buried the bodies of his brothers behind the house. Not long after, the first-class official far away in the capital received a secret letter, and he immediately sent a fast horse to the northwest.

A few days later, a soldier in armor strolled into this inn, saw the fat shopkeeper, and said sharply, "Are you the shopkeeper here?"

Fatty was already sweating coldly from fright, the army is bigger than the government~!

So he respectfully said: "Yes, Mr. Jun."

The soldier snorted coldly and waved his hand behind him. Suddenly, many people in armor like him swarmed over him. The fat man was anxious: "Master, what are you doing here?"

"My master has an order. He said that this place already belongs to the master. He ordered me to come and receive it. You can stay here."

Owner?take over? ?

Fatty suddenly thought of a man and a woman who left a few days ago, he couldn't help shaking his calves, and knelt down on the ground with a plop. Didn't the two elope?No, no, the point is, what are the backgrounds of these two!

A few days later, this small inn was transformed by Liu Yun into the army and almost became a special place for the state. All the messengers and scouts going in and out of the northwest would pass by here. A large granary was built on the waterway, and not long after, it became the first location from the Central Plains to the northwest.

And in Jincheng far away, Li Xiaojing, the eldest lady of Fengyang Village, was leaning on a small couch made of wood, lazily looking at the letter sent back by the fat man.

Fengyang Village is one of the 36 villages in Northwest China. It doesn't rank in the top ten, but it doesn't fall to the bottom. It belongs to Zhongbaliu's house, and the land from Jincheng to the west is basically Fengyang Village.

The owner of the village, Li Fengyang, was invited by the eldest brother of the 36 villages in the northwest to Jiuquan to attend the 36 village meeting recently, leaving only his only daughter to take care of the village.

After reading the fat man's letter, Li Xiaojing slapped the letter heavily on the table with a cold snort, and swept out the door sharply with her slender phoenix eyes: "Dongzi, come in for me!"

Outside the house, a tall and thin guy wearing a double-breasted mandarin jacket cheerfully ran in, nodded, and saluted: "What do you want, miss?"

"I also ordered, what the hell, our brothers have all been killed, come down the mountain with me today, I have to see, who dares to touch the people in our Fengyang village!"

Things nodded numbly, and went out to lead the horse.

Li Xiaojing straightened the group of tiger skins around her waist, and strode out.

At this moment, Abbot Fa Yuan was slowly entering Jincheng with the black horse-drawn carriage.

Jincheng is the most northwestern tip of the Central Plains. After leaving Jincheng and going west is the Hexi Corridor. After passing this long and narrow place, there is a boundless desert in the Western Regions.

Ye Xiaoxiao grew up in the capital city, and the strong Central Plains atmosphere in Chang'an naturally does not allow her to feel the wildness of the Northwest, so as soon as she entered Jincheng, the little girl couldn't help poking her head out, happily admiring the beauty of the family outside. Seeing the scenery, Feng Junran simply asked the monk to park the car at the inn first, and brought the little girl down by himself, wandering all the way.

Compared with Chang'an's succulent beauty, Jincheng is a bit more rough and unrestrained in the Northwest style. There are whole heads of skinless lamb hanging on the street. The big pot is set on the fire, and it is burning vigorously. The noodle sellers on both sides of the street are constantly yelling, and the fingers of the noodle maker are flying up and down flexibly. The dough is first kneaded into cakes, then rolled into thin skins, and then cut into narrow belts. Throw one of them into the boiling soup, and when it’s cooked, take it out and pour it over with mutton soup and the oily red chili sauce. The little greedy cats and the little ghosts cheered immediately, grabbed the chopsticks and didn't sit down, just squatted down and sucked up the fragrance of eating.

Ye Xiaoxiao blinked and blinked, her foodie nature broke out in an instant, she couldn't help turning her head back, looked pitifully at the man with a cold face behind her, pouted slightly, then continued to turn her head, staring deeply at the man who was as wide as a belt Noodle.

"Xiao Niang, come to a bowl, hungry people, the belt noodles here are always famous!"

Ye Xiaoxiao nodded numbly, and continued to look back at a certain stern emperor. Seeing that there was no response, she pulled the man's sleeve pitifully, and moaned: "I'm hungry."

Feng Junran looked at it coldly, feeling very happy in his heart. It's been a long time since I saw this little girl, so is she acting like a spoiled child?Forget it?
But the man still stared blankly, his slender eyes glanced at the child squatting on the ground soaking his nose while eating, then looked at the chopsticks that had been bitten by countless people, and finally glanced at the small table Putting a thick layer of oil on it, Feng Junran pulled the little girl to his side without saying a word, pinched the bone on the back of the little girl's neck with his fingers, and took her away so forcefully.

This place...is too dirty!

Ye Xiaoxiao pouted, thinking that what she can't eat is the best, and she has been thinking about it all the time, her heart is itching.

So she could only keep turning her head, walking a few steps, and then turning her head again, the belt noodles were so fragrant and delicious...

Feng Junran pinched his forehead helplessly, looked at the little man's outburst of greed, finally couldn't bear it anymore, he had no choice but to carry the little man on his shoulders in full view, and strode away.

If this behavior was in Chang'an, people would definitely criticize it, but in Jinshui, the passers-by couldn't help laughing, and some even shouted: "Xiao Niang, this little brother is really handsome, and he has a lot of strength. I won't worry about your food and drink in the future!"

The passers-by couldn't help booing, and even the fruit and pancake sellers on the side of the road couldn't help but bared their teeth and laughed, making Ye Xiaoxiao's face flush red.

Sure enough, just like what the ancestors wrote in the book, the folk customs in the Northwest are openness.

Ye Xiaoxiao covered her face, her peach blossom eyes peeked out from between her fingers, all the scenery around her was upside down, the flat avenue of Jincheng was above her head, and the clear blue sky in the northwest was under her feet.

In front of her was the man's waist that was slightly twisted because of walking around. The little girl gritted her teeth, stretched out her claws to pinch the waist and eyes, and pinched fiercely.

Let you not let me eat, let you carry me, let you embarrass me!

(End of this chapter)